Dream Me Off My Feet (Sex, Love, And Rock & Roll)

by Kisner, Stevie

  Rafe’s voice rose, tunnel-like and tinny, from the desk speaker phone. “And I still say no, JT. Play with it all you like, but only for yourselves. Record it as a duet with my voice track, I don’t care. But Slanker Knox will not be releasing this song.”

  JT smirked and raised an eyebrow at Kori. “And neither will you all by your little self, JT,” Rafe added. “Kori’s not the only one who knows what you’re thinking.”

  Kori laughed. Rafe heard her and said hello. JT stepped to her and tucked her into his arms, whispering, “He’s coming around.” She shook her head with a smile, knowing Rafe didn’t stand a chance. JT was the poster child for stubborn.

  He brushed his lips lightly over hers, just meaning to have a quick taste, but as usual, the slight contact wasn’t enough. He pulled her closer and dipped into her mouth. She gave a soft moan as her heart dropped down to her toes. Her fingers crept up his neck to twist in his hair.

  “JT?”

  Then “Kori?”

  Rafe heard another groan, then the distinct sound of shuffling and finally a muffled thump and the squeaky springs of the leather loveseat in the studio.

  “Bye,” he said quietly and hung up.

  fine